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Take my hand and we shall stroll
along the rocky road of life as one.
White river water flows along our side,
rafting troubles far away
and minnows come along for a ride.
Tempestuous storms a’head
bleed rain from darkened clouds
the drowning tears.
Wild winds chill the marrow of our bones
deep to the very depths
and whale song invades.
Warm summer breezes inveigle
away the weary dregs of winter’s morns,
and snowflakes melt upon the hearth.
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